Every time I think I've gotta go
Cause if you seether you gotta know
(*##$es only care about the flow

Come on you know how the story go

This that %#@! never runnin' and they always pretending

Condescending aint what I'm beenin'
Just imagine like Lennon
That we livin' like long division, my vision is risen

Shout out my homie in prison, %#@! is deeper than an incision
On a lower level word to the devil
I could fit a treble inside

I tellin' me what to do,
I never abide
Feel a vibe

The second we arrive, you know we just know how to do it
My style they can never renew it,
I bet they know it


Every time I think I've gotta go
Cause if you seether you gotta know

(*##$es only care about the flow
Come on you know how the story go


She came with a couple of friends told them come on in
I was wonderin', do you need someone to filll you in
On the reg ^!$$%, ^!$$% not givin' a $#&@ about why you mad at me

I'm hittin' that #~!!@ standin on the wall like aint no gravity
King Chip is what? good observation
He gon' keep living while you keep observating

Is that even a word?
Language is the arts so when I talk I'm creatin'
Whole new way to live, way to think, way to feel

Let them (*##$ $$# ^!$$%s know they $#&@ with me they gon get killed
They gon' run, put that on my son, ^!$$% dont give no $#&@
All a ^!$$% know is bad luck, bad luck

Knowin a ^!$$% gettin' to these L's while I can doe
Working towards more happiness than I can handle
Light the candle, South Africa after sexin'

My doors open we smoking, chilling, relaxin'

Every time I think I've gotta go

Cause if you seether you gotta know
(*##$es only care about the flow
Come on you know how the story go


I think through these mother$#&@ers like catscans
And if they talkin' back I just give them the back hand

Think I work for Apple the way I give 'em the Mac man
Only partially ballin' mother$#&@ers is Pac Man
I'm just playin', don't pay attention to what I'm sayin'

Everything just a part of my plan
Cause really I ain't %#@! just a man
Chilling in my city spending money like Diddy

Hundreds and fifty's I'm spittin' gritty
While you sittin' pretty who $#&@in with me?
First name Bobby, but I spit that crack like I was Whitney

Started as a hobby but who knew back then what this %#@! would get me
And know they all up on the scrotum
The second I told em these lyrics I wrote em

Acting like I owe em
Not a lot of people understand my words cause I decode em
Now these (*##$es give me the top of the totem

I'mma break it down, I feel like I'm breaking down
Until I hit the mic cook up the %#@! that I'm making now
Kinda like Quentin Tarantino these only built for cuban links

With Gambino's at the casino blowin' my notes with a C-note
Some people call me Robert
I'm all about the DeNiro

Talk a lot of %#@! that's why you sound like a Culetto
All up in my business while I'm just tryna get the queso
Life's about the peso, in English that means the money

and if your bust is as big as mine you'll get all the honeys like

Every time I think I've gotta go

Cause if you seether you gotta know
(*##$es only care about the flow
Come on you know how the story go